...greatness, are but tinsel ; real glory in God or man is, to be good. The tinsel shall soon fade. " So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise, Shall feel that pulse no more." God's glory fadeth not ; and that of His people (for they are like...

...as long to maintain any high standard of excellence : the spirit of exact literary taste has fled, " And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more." After that writing becomes a trade. Xow, I anticipate that this explanation of literary inducement...

...THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALL& THE harp that onee through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were...for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone that breaks at night, ! ts tale...

...through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul had fled ; So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's...high for praise Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The Harp of Tara swells ; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale...

...no means inappropriate : — " The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were...days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once heat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more." The Nobility, the Druids, and the People assembled...

...once thro' Tara's hulls, The soul of music shed. Now silent hangs on Tara's walls As if that «oul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days. So...hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pride no more." The only attendant who remained faithful to his lord was an old Welsh harper, and he...

...THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. The chord alone, that breaks at night. Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The...

...is this. ibid. IRISH MELODIES. The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. The Harp that Once. Fly not yet, 't is just the hour When pleasure like the midnight flower, That scorns...

...through Tara's halls the soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls as if that soul had fled. So sleeps the pride of former days — so glory's...beat high for praise, now feel that pulse no more. * * * The following lyrics possess great beauty : — Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,...

...glad if he does his home no discredit, and can now and then send his sisters a ten-pound note : — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill...beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! But though these excitements be gone, there still remains to the middle-aged man the calm pleasure...